I looked at the white girl who was still in a coma. She was hit by a big bag on her head and some blood was shed. I found some clean cloth to help her clean up the wound. Maybe it was too painful. The white girl grinned her teeth and took a cool breath and woke up.

She opened her eyes, looked at me, looked around again, held her head and frowned, and asked me, "Where are we and what's going on?"

"You forgot, a tornado blew up in the desert and brought us here." I said.

"Oh, what about them?" The white girl asked.

I'm almost speechless. Her...